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taking cover on the punctured whiskey landscape

fred looked
over at me
and asked
“i don’t think
i ever did
introduce you
to cynthia
now did i?”

“no.”

he refilled
both our
whiskey glasses
while telling me
“don’t go nowhere…
i’ll be right back.”

i sat there
for several minutes
listening to
the skipper
yell at gilligan
through the paper wall
which divided us
and the room
next door

before fred returned
holding a shoe box.

he sat the box
on his coffeetable

refilled both our
whiskey glasses again

lifted the top
off of the box

and shouted
“C’MON OUT
CYNTHIA HONEY
AN’ SHOW US
HOW TA PARTY RIGHT!”

he downed
his whiskey

reached into
the shoe box

and pulled out
an air pump
and an
inflatable doll.

as he was pumping
cynthia up
with one hand
he reached back into
the shoe box
with the other
and pulled out
a used condom.

“the hell if i’m
gonna catch
the clap or aids
or anything”
he said.

he refilled both our
whiskey glasses again

and as he was
unzipping his fly
i said
“well fred
i think i better
be goin’”

and as i was
closing the door
behind me
fred’s voice
smacked me
in the back of
the head…

“HOLY SHIT
CYNTHIA BABY
THIS IS THE
BEST YOU BEEN
ALL WEEK!”

- terry everton

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Comments

  • Nancy Ames
    Nancy Amesalmost 4 years ago

    such a good poem/commentary/story – carries the reader along without obstruction to a hearty laugh at the end, and how rare is that?

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